Descend Of Ancient Gods

The pillars were bathed in an eerie golden glow, the sacred chamber echoing with the presence of power far beyond mortal comprehension. The massive figure of Zorynthar, the Dragon God, coiled around the central pillar of the sanctum, his radiant scales gleaming like molten metal. The air was thick with his authority, his very presence bending reality itself.

When he spoke, it was a deep, resonant growl that sent ripples through the air, shaking the foundation of the Emperor's resolve.

"What can you offer me, mortal, usual disappointments?" the Dragon God rumbled, his voice seemingly emanating from every corner of the chamber, as if the walls themselves were alive with his power.

The Dragon Emperor, Drakos, knelt low, his head bowed in reverence, yet his eyes held the fire of unyielding determination. He slowly lifted his gaze, meeting the god's luminescent eyes with a courage born of desperation.